Pat Hatt's Blog, page 217
November 17, 2013
On The Case Out in Space!
So dVerse wants us to go all sci fi today at our bay. That the cat can do, easily at his zoo. Although they say the bar is tended by aliens today. If they are probing I will burn down their dVerse bay.
Aliens on planet Zilicka have been found.
They sure are not tall or round.
Their eyes are in their hands.
They can make new teeth from desert sands.
They can fly with some weird feet.
Their lips look anything but sweet.
They are a color we have never scene.
They look oh so very mean.
Grab a bomb and a spike,
How can such creepy things we like?
Lets drop a bomb on their alien head,
Then stab them to make sure they are dead.
Next we'll hunt them all down.
They won't invade our town.
They are so nasty and mean,
They would make our streets unclean.
Let's keep some alive though.
We have to see what makes them glow.
Strap them down and dissect.
They are no better than an insect.
Oh and by the way,
We will take over their bay.
There we can mine and find,
Things that will help human kind.
Not to mention make us rich.
But these aliens would make you itch.
Their evil stare would make your body glitch,
And they scream at a very high pitch.
We are so above them,
And their alien flem.
So we deserve it all.
Make them a trophy on our wall.
They were going to invade us after all.
We heard their warrior alien call.
They were coming here,
To probe us in the rear.
So everyone give a cheer.
We have saved our Earthly sphere,
From the planet Zilicka alien race,
Who were voted most peaceful race in all of space.
If the cat were an alien he would steer clear of this place. Humans would just dissect or blow up at a steady pace. If aliens are ever found it will be to blow us off our dirt mound. The wise ones will just stay the hell away and never show themselves at our bay. Beats having humans put them in the grass. That is all from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Aliens on planet Zilicka have been found.
They sure are not tall or round.
Their eyes are in their hands.
They can make new teeth from desert sands.
They can fly with some weird feet.
Their lips look anything but sweet.
They are a color we have never scene.
They look oh so very mean.
Grab a bomb and a spike,
How can such creepy things we like?
Lets drop a bomb on their alien head,
Then stab them to make sure they are dead.
Next we'll hunt them all down.
They won't invade our town.
They are so nasty and mean,
They would make our streets unclean.
Let's keep some alive though.
We have to see what makes them glow.
Strap them down and dissect.
They are no better than an insect.
Oh and by the way,
We will take over their bay.
There we can mine and find,
Things that will help human kind.
Not to mention make us rich.
But these aliens would make you itch.
Their evil stare would make your body glitch,
And they scream at a very high pitch.
We are so above them,
And their alien flem.
So we deserve it all.
Make them a trophy on our wall.
They were going to invade us after all.
We heard their warrior alien call.
They were coming here,
To probe us in the rear.
So everyone give a cheer.
We have saved our Earthly sphere,
From the planet Zilicka alien race,
Who were voted most peaceful race in all of space.
If the cat were an alien he would steer clear of this place. Humans would just dissect or blow up at a steady pace. If aliens are ever found it will be to blow us off our dirt mound. The wise ones will just stay the hell away and never show themselves at our bay. Beats having humans put them in the grass. That is all from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 16, 2013
Really Hate, I Mean Really At My Gate!
This one is more Pat than the cat but I agree with him at my mat, so the cat can rant away about that nasty bay. One look at that medieval death trap of a place and they would suffer my claw embrace.
Sit in a chair,
Hearing humans blare.
Like torture is upon them,
Spitting lots of flem.
Sure isn't a thrill,
When out comes the drill.
Burrowing into your mind,
I wonder what they will find?
But then some sucky thing,
Can be heard beginning to sing.
Know where they can shove that,
At their torture mat.
When out comes the needle,
I want to use you as a treadle.
Stick my foot in your face,
Leaving an imprint to trace.
Then you try and talk,
As above me you gawk?
Really? What is with that?
Want me to hit you with a bat?
Scrape me once more,
And there will be no encore.
I'll bite down hard.
You'll be a four fingered bard.
And with your poison crap,
I'll blow you off the map.
Take that and shove it,
Your fluoride shit.
Have you guessed yet?
Are you on to the pet?
Not just yet?
Don't fret.
For they charge a ton.
For their torture fun.
Even giving you a smile,
That seems so vile.
But if your a kid,
You get a sticker of a squid.
Or maybe some wax string.
My, don't you feel like a king?
Guess half way through? I know for a few it is true. Hate that evil dentist place. Not sure a single person alive likes such an embrace. Thankfully no pain though, except parting with the dough. And I said I would bite if fluoride came into my sight. That was well and crass so they kept that away from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Sit in a chair,
Hearing humans blare.
Like torture is upon them,
Spitting lots of flem.
Sure isn't a thrill,
When out comes the drill.
Burrowing into your mind,
I wonder what they will find?
But then some sucky thing,
Can be heard beginning to sing.
Know where they can shove that,
At their torture mat.
When out comes the needle,
I want to use you as a treadle.
Stick my foot in your face,
Leaving an imprint to trace.
Then you try and talk,
As above me you gawk?
Really? What is with that?
Want me to hit you with a bat?
Scrape me once more,
And there will be no encore.
I'll bite down hard.
You'll be a four fingered bard.
And with your poison crap,
I'll blow you off the map.
Take that and shove it,
Your fluoride shit.
Have you guessed yet?
Are you on to the pet?
Not just yet?
Don't fret.
For they charge a ton.
For their torture fun.
Even giving you a smile,
That seems so vile.
But if your a kid,
You get a sticker of a squid.
Or maybe some wax string.
My, don't you feel like a king?
Guess half way through? I know for a few it is true. Hate that evil dentist place. Not sure a single person alive likes such an embrace. Thankfully no pain though, except parting with the dough. And I said I would bite if fluoride came into my sight. That was well and crass so they kept that away from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 15, 2013
A Safe Bet It's A Threat!
You know they say if you're going to threaten someone make it good. But does it really matter in one's hood? For many a threat is just that. It is something you will never do at your mat.
I am going to kick your ass.
You say it with such class.
You even beat the poor sap up to.
But you never kicked him where he uses a loo.
If I see you again I will kill you.
Has surely come due.
But that never takes place.
Unless one is a nutcase.
I will send you packing.
Something about that one is lacking.
Why would I want to pack?
Better to threaten with a thumbtack.
I will hit you with my car.
Unless drunk at a bar,
That will not come due.
Especially if inside a building at your zoo.
If you don't do that you will be fired.
After you are long past hired.
Another empty one that comes due,
With no fat to chew.
I will throw you out the window.
Meanwhile you are a foot above the ground at your show.
That really is some threat.
Plus most weigh more than a pet.
I will never watch your movie again.
Many say at their den.
To a person who can't even hear them at all.
Then at the next one they are again at the movie hall.
I will put you in detention.
That sure deserves a mention.
Hearing it a time or ten.
But it rarely came due at my den.
I will clean your clock.
That would be a shock.
First I have to have clock.
But you can shine the lock.
Take the trash out or no sex.
That one can convex.
But just in case the trash will go.
No since tempting fate so things will not grow.
Now you see how threats are dumb in a way with my hum. But they do make one feel better at times with their threatening chimes. Maybe I should threaten that if any trespass, I will pass gas on them with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
I am going to kick your ass.
You say it with such class.
You even beat the poor sap up to.
But you never kicked him where he uses a loo.
If I see you again I will kill you.
Has surely come due.
But that never takes place.
Unless one is a nutcase.
I will send you packing.
Something about that one is lacking.
Why would I want to pack?
Better to threaten with a thumbtack.
I will hit you with my car.
Unless drunk at a bar,
That will not come due.
Especially if inside a building at your zoo.
If you don't do that you will be fired.
After you are long past hired.
Another empty one that comes due,
With no fat to chew.
I will throw you out the window.
Meanwhile you are a foot above the ground at your show.
That really is some threat.
Plus most weigh more than a pet.
I will never watch your movie again.
Many say at their den.
To a person who can't even hear them at all.
Then at the next one they are again at the movie hall.
I will put you in detention.
That sure deserves a mention.
Hearing it a time or ten.
But it rarely came due at my den.
I will clean your clock.
That would be a shock.
First I have to have clock.
But you can shine the lock.
Take the trash out or no sex.
That one can convex.
But just in case the trash will go.
No since tempting fate so things will not grow.
Now you see how threats are dumb in a way with my hum. But they do make one feel better at times with their threatening chimes. Maybe I should threaten that if any trespass, I will pass gas on them with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 14, 2013
Glitch Of A Witch Part Sixteen. Zombie Betsy Is Queen!
We decided it was best to run away and live to fight another day. But before we could turn to run along came Thinkingcap, the ass, and we knew this was not going to be fun. Freaky Betsy and her zombie horde were coming from one way and Thinkingcap was coming from the other with her donkey like display. They began to squabble over us to. But then this was nothing new.
"My zombie horde will tear you apart. Touch my spoils and you will lose your heart."
"They will all see clearer being stuck in my mirror."
"Drazin would rather not watch a freaky cat fight, no offense, Fleabags."
Freaky Betsy commanded her zombie horde to come after us, they moaned and slowly waded through the dead WorqueenDan puss. They were lead by Gloria and Brian. I knew the gawker liked back woods fryin. But would he really eat a cat? I was not going to find out and was prepared to squash his mohawk flat.
"Drazin still blames you fleabags for all of this."
"If you weren't such a godly mook, we'd have been out of here ages ago."
"Time to die. I'll chow down on your eye."
Freaky Betsy wanted to eat my eye? We had to make her die. Thinkingcap just neighed and raised her front legs to the sky. She must have a big rump as she didn't raise them very high. We were surrounded on top hard candy by her zombie horde and then we heard the sound of someone pulling a rip cord.
"Bryan, what do you call a flying drunk in the rain?"
"A beer in a shower?"
"Damn, you finally got one!"
"Drazin thinks Drazin is going to be sick."
Yeah, the beer guys were parachuting down from the sky with Thinkingcap giving them the evil eye. It looked like it was raining to, but then we heard from another and saw it was really drool that was coming due.
"Annnneeeeeeeeeeeeee. It is bad enough I was reborn through their ass. But now they are drooling on me."
"The whiny blue freak is back, along with the Irish and a couple of beer idiots. Drazin really can't catch a break."
Everyone continued to look up, astonished at Terry, Theresa and Rosey, the three headed pup. That is when Anne gave an evil smile and turned some sort of dial. She held some electrical looking box in her hand and kept smiling as she dropped into candy land.
"Stay off the ground, eejits."
The box hit the ground and electricity flew everywhere. It seems the puss of dead WorqueenDan was conductive at the candy land lair. The zombies, freaky Betsy and even Thinkingcap the ass all screamed like a little two year old girlie lass. They then melted into puddles of goo like the wicked witch. Poor Brian and Gloria were casualities of freaky Betsy's high pitch. But I guess you can't save them all. And now all that remained were the good guys at the candy land hall. Thinkingcap's mirrors busted and all were free. Too bad the ground was full of puss and goo, it was so nasty.
"Annnnnnneeeee, I think I got some of Freaky Betsy on my shoe."
"Brandon, what do you call zombie on a shoe?"
"Zombie shoe?"
"Dead foot."
"Drazin has to get away from these lame people."
"I agree, Demon."
The three headed mutt stood drooling behind us while Drazin, Pat, Anne, Old One Eye and The Beer Guys stood in the land of goo and puss. Cassie and I remained on top hard candy, getting our fur full of that would not be dandy. Then a glowing sphere appeared in the sky and as it began to float down we hoped it was not going to make us fry.
"Drazin is so sick and tired of this place. Drazin demands you take us home."
"Bryan, is he talking to himself?"
"Maybe he is hard of hearing."
They all shut up, even one eye, who wiped the drool off of herself from the three headed pup. We just watched the glowing thing fall closer and closer to us all, hoping it would be our ticket out of this hell hole and back to our hall.
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So is this the end? Or another beginning of some new trend? I guess we will have to wait and see. At least we no longer have to deal with freaky Betsy. RIP Brian and Glory Dear. I try to have sympathy for you but you did try to eat my rear. Now another edition has come to pass. We shall have to wait and see what is next for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
"My zombie horde will tear you apart. Touch my spoils and you will lose your heart."
"They will all see clearer being stuck in my mirror."
"Drazin would rather not watch a freaky cat fight, no offense, Fleabags."
Freaky Betsy commanded her zombie horde to come after us, they moaned and slowly waded through the dead WorqueenDan puss. They were lead by Gloria and Brian. I knew the gawker liked back woods fryin. But would he really eat a cat? I was not going to find out and was prepared to squash his mohawk flat.
"Drazin still blames you fleabags for all of this."
"If you weren't such a godly mook, we'd have been out of here ages ago."
"Time to die. I'll chow down on your eye."
Freaky Betsy wanted to eat my eye? We had to make her die. Thinkingcap just neighed and raised her front legs to the sky. She must have a big rump as she didn't raise them very high. We were surrounded on top hard candy by her zombie horde and then we heard the sound of someone pulling a rip cord.
"Bryan, what do you call a flying drunk in the rain?"
"A beer in a shower?"
"Damn, you finally got one!"
"Drazin thinks Drazin is going to be sick."
Yeah, the beer guys were parachuting down from the sky with Thinkingcap giving them the evil eye. It looked like it was raining to, but then we heard from another and saw it was really drool that was coming due.
"Annnneeeeeeeeeeeeee. It is bad enough I was reborn through their ass. But now they are drooling on me."
"The whiny blue freak is back, along with the Irish and a couple of beer idiots. Drazin really can't catch a break."
Everyone continued to look up, astonished at Terry, Theresa and Rosey, the three headed pup. That is when Anne gave an evil smile and turned some sort of dial. She held some electrical looking box in her hand and kept smiling as she dropped into candy land.
"Stay off the ground, eejits."
The box hit the ground and electricity flew everywhere. It seems the puss of dead WorqueenDan was conductive at the candy land lair. The zombies, freaky Betsy and even Thinkingcap the ass all screamed like a little two year old girlie lass. They then melted into puddles of goo like the wicked witch. Poor Brian and Gloria were casualities of freaky Betsy's high pitch. But I guess you can't save them all. And now all that remained were the good guys at the candy land hall. Thinkingcap's mirrors busted and all were free. Too bad the ground was full of puss and goo, it was so nasty.
"Annnnnnneeeee, I think I got some of Freaky Betsy on my shoe."
"Brandon, what do you call zombie on a shoe?"
"Zombie shoe?"
"Dead foot."
"Drazin has to get away from these lame people."
"I agree, Demon."
The three headed mutt stood drooling behind us while Drazin, Pat, Anne, Old One Eye and The Beer Guys stood in the land of goo and puss. Cassie and I remained on top hard candy, getting our fur full of that would not be dandy. Then a glowing sphere appeared in the sky and as it began to float down we hoped it was not going to make us fry.
"Drazin is so sick and tired of this place. Drazin demands you take us home."
"Bryan, is he talking to himself?"
"Maybe he is hard of hearing."
They all shut up, even one eye, who wiped the drool off of herself from the three headed pup. We just watched the glowing thing fall closer and closer to us all, hoping it would be our ticket out of this hell hole and back to our hall.
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So is this the end? Or another beginning of some new trend? I guess we will have to wait and see. At least we no longer have to deal with freaky Betsy. RIP Brian and Glory Dear. I try to have sympathy for you but you did try to eat my rear. Now another edition has come to pass. We shall have to wait and see what is next for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 13, 2013
Seventeen Comes Due And They Still Have A Loose Screw!
Here we go once more with the search engine nuts at my shore. I guess this will always be as they surely find me. But it allows for some fun. So away we go under my sun.
"chicken nuggets drawing"
They are stealing Betsy's work today. I'm sure numb tongue will make them pay.
"does 39 and time rhyme"
Umm no. Unless you talk in tongues at your show.
"sweetmook goat"
What is that? Some kind of crossbred gnat?
"beethoven the the third when they go camping"
A bit of a stutter I see. But glad the classics and peeing behind a tree give you glee.
"hairy man tits"
Boy, have you come to the wrong place. I would have liked to see the look on your face.
'furry hairy snow moon boobs"
Umm err is there such a thing? I can't wait for spring.
"she-could-really-go-for-some-dick"
Are you trying to play some strange game of connect four? With you on a connecting tour?
"fart books ipad"
A customer I see. Hope A Fart Apart was fun for thee.
"i'm not in a good mood please don't dis"
So you are telling Google you are in a bad mood? Was Facebook giving you attitude?
"My left hand can't work as hard as my"
I am glad you did not finish that. Some things should not be known by the cat.
"Date me please good miss molly"
Ummm errr I will give you a good golly. Go enjoy your blown up dolly.
"Yankees in my pants"
Wow, that has to be strange. Maybe you should drop trough and change?
"Wiggled too far too the left too much"
I do not want to know where you wiggle. Too much too even get a well timed giggle.
'The walls are watching me"
As long as they don't talk let them gawk.
And the winner for today with this strange search engine display, really thinks they are great. I mean they must eat off of a golden plate. Warning it is a bit crass. So go now if you wish to pass.
Wonderful, My Shit is Roses, Yours Is Shit
All I can do is shake my head. That person should never get out of bed. How is it any different when it comes out the other end? Maybe you all have some advice for this nut you wish to send. Could sit and shoot the shit. Could bring forth a shit storm or be a hit. I am done being punny and crass. Enjoy the nuts that find my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
"chicken nuggets drawing"
They are stealing Betsy's work today. I'm sure numb tongue will make them pay.
"does 39 and time rhyme"
Umm no. Unless you talk in tongues at your show.
"sweetmook goat"
What is that? Some kind of crossbred gnat?
"beethoven the the third when they go camping"
A bit of a stutter I see. But glad the classics and peeing behind a tree give you glee.
"hairy man tits"
Boy, have you come to the wrong place. I would have liked to see the look on your face.
'furry hairy snow moon boobs"
Umm err is there such a thing? I can't wait for spring.
"she-could-really-go-for-some-dick"
Are you trying to play some strange game of connect four? With you on a connecting tour?
"fart books ipad"
A customer I see. Hope A Fart Apart was fun for thee.
"i'm not in a good mood please don't dis"
So you are telling Google you are in a bad mood? Was Facebook giving you attitude?
"My left hand can't work as hard as my"
I am glad you did not finish that. Some things should not be known by the cat.
"Date me please good miss molly"
Ummm errr I will give you a good golly. Go enjoy your blown up dolly.
"Yankees in my pants"
Wow, that has to be strange. Maybe you should drop trough and change?
"Wiggled too far too the left too much"
I do not want to know where you wiggle. Too much too even get a well timed giggle.
'The walls are watching me"
As long as they don't talk let them gawk.
And the winner for today with this strange search engine display, really thinks they are great. I mean they must eat off of a golden plate. Warning it is a bit crass. So go now if you wish to pass.
Wonderful, My Shit is Roses, Yours Is Shit
All I can do is shake my head. That person should never get out of bed. How is it any different when it comes out the other end? Maybe you all have some advice for this nut you wish to send. Could sit and shoot the shit. Could bring forth a shit storm or be a hit. I am done being punny and crass. Enjoy the nuts that find my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 12, 2013
A dVerse Disney Sight Will Take Flight!
So a long long time ago in a dVerse far away, they went all Disney at their bay. With the cat so far ahead it took a while to put this one to bed. Or at least for it to show. Anyway, away we go.
Would you be a Lady with a Tramp,
If you went and rubbed a magic lamp?
Things may not be so Snow White,
Any longer at your heigh ho work site.
But if you lived under the sea.
I guess a bibbity bobbity boo would not hurt thee.
Even Tiger's being the only one.
Still need to have some Little Mermaid fun.
Everybody wants to be a cat.
Even Jafar knew that.
Not sure with the hunchback of Notre Dame.
But I bet Hercules could keep him calm.
Goliath might not like that though.
So The Lion King may show.
All Circle of Life,
Unless a sword in a stone causes you strife.
Give it to a fox and a hound.
Unless Dumbo is around.
He'll take it to the jungle book.
Pochanotas may steal it like a crook.
Sleeping Beauty won't cause you any harm.
Beauty and the Beast may raise an alarm.
But come be our guest.
I bet Robin Hood would forget the rest.
Unless Kermit puts it to song.
Then Mulan will even sing it in Hong Kong.
But I'll sure make a man out of you.
Just like Oliver and Company do.
Then I'll have 101 Dalmations bite your rear.
Just sing Hakuna Matata and have no fear.
Might make for A Goofy Movie at your show.
The Rescue Rangers could save you though.
I would not count on the Gummi Bears.
They are bouncing here there and everywhere.
Kinda like Tarzan in that way.
Or Lilo and Stitch by the bay.
This was not Universal tales.
Or Fox and its fails.
Dreamworks also had no wails.
It was just Ducktales.
There you go another Disney flow at my show. Did any song get stuck in your head and cause you dread? That is always fun to do, whoo hoo. Now I am through with my Disney pass. You've got a friend in my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Would you be a Lady with a Tramp,
If you went and rubbed a magic lamp?
Things may not be so Snow White,
Any longer at your heigh ho work site.
But if you lived under the sea.
I guess a bibbity bobbity boo would not hurt thee.
Even Tiger's being the only one.
Still need to have some Little Mermaid fun.
Everybody wants to be a cat.
Even Jafar knew that.
Not sure with the hunchback of Notre Dame.
But I bet Hercules could keep him calm.
Goliath might not like that though.
So The Lion King may show.
All Circle of Life,
Unless a sword in a stone causes you strife.
Give it to a fox and a hound.
Unless Dumbo is around.
He'll take it to the jungle book.
Pochanotas may steal it like a crook.
Sleeping Beauty won't cause you any harm.
Beauty and the Beast may raise an alarm.
But come be our guest.
I bet Robin Hood would forget the rest.
Unless Kermit puts it to song.
Then Mulan will even sing it in Hong Kong.
But I'll sure make a man out of you.
Just like Oliver and Company do.
Then I'll have 101 Dalmations bite your rear.
Just sing Hakuna Matata and have no fear.
Might make for A Goofy Movie at your show.
The Rescue Rangers could save you though.
I would not count on the Gummi Bears.
They are bouncing here there and everywhere.
Kinda like Tarzan in that way.
Or Lilo and Stitch by the bay.
This was not Universal tales.
Or Fox and its fails.
Dreamworks also had no wails.
It was just Ducktales.
There you go another Disney flow at my show. Did any song get stuck in your head and cause you dread? That is always fun to do, whoo hoo. Now I am through with my Disney pass. You've got a friend in my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 11, 2013
Cup Along To The Song!
It seems that mini me just won't stay away. He is bound and determined to have his say. This time he wants to play with cups. I see this going bad and having no ups.
The cup song,
Oh so wrong.
Banging cups around,
On the table or ground.
Away you humans bang,
Giving off a clang.
At least you do it in sync.
Sometimes you even blink.
The mini me struggled though,
As you can see from the show.
His thumbs aren't very good.
I think he's made of wood.
Could not pick up the cup.
He's as useless as a pup.
Just pushing them around.
At least there was no clanging sound.
So away we go,
With another mini me show.
Could be a hit,
As you Cup It!
So are you all cupped out? Got a cup when out and about? A cup can be grand to those not snip snip across the land. In case of a kick to such a mass you will be protected and not neglected. Hey, beats a singing bass. but no cup is needed for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
The cup song,
Oh so wrong.
Banging cups around,
On the table or ground.
Away you humans bang,
Giving off a clang.
At least you do it in sync.
Sometimes you even blink.
The mini me struggled though,
As you can see from the show.
His thumbs aren't very good.
I think he's made of wood.
Could not pick up the cup.
He's as useless as a pup.
Just pushing them around.
At least there was no clanging sound.
So away we go,
With another mini me show.
Could be a hit,
As you Cup It!
So are you all cupped out? Got a cup when out and about? A cup can be grand to those not snip snip across the land. In case of a kick to such a mass you will be protected and not neglected. Hey, beats a singing bass. but no cup is needed for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 10, 2013
I'll Toy With You A Time Or Two!
So dVerse wants the cat to toy around. But my toys are always found. You have balls on a string, balls that spin in some tack thing, tennis balls too and furry balls at my zoo. Toys for a cat, don't go gutter at your mat. I guess we'll ignore those as the cat might start curling toes.
Creepy crawlers can be made,
Those suckers you can trade.
They are sticky though.
Oh, and you can throw.
They're heroes in the half shell.
They are so green and swell.
100's on the table.
Nope, not a fable.
Kick the can.
I was a fan.
Kicked it and ran.
Not a flash in the pan.
Monopoly tycoon.
Still a loon.
I did not cheat.
All just suffered defeat.
Lego by the bucket.
Coloring can suck it.
I want the blocks.
Hurts when tramped on in socks.
Pots and pans.
I got no fans.
Was told to pack it,
Didn't like my racket.
Nintendo on the scene.
Mario is so mean.
Picking on the monkey,
Boy, he looked funky.
Jenga is up.
Damn that pup.
Her friggin tail,
Makes it a fail.
Rocks on a lake.
Give them a shake.
Away they fly.
Skipping to the sky.
Stuffed animals at the foot of the stairs.
They gave me evil glares.
But I jumped from the top,
Landing in them wasn't a flop.
They just popped in when digging into the past toy bin. Hey, beats furry balls I guess. Pat could really make a mess. He did not even have to clean up the toy mass. He had the life of my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Creepy crawlers can be made,
Those suckers you can trade.
They are sticky though.
Oh, and you can throw.
They're heroes in the half shell.
They are so green and swell.
100's on the table.
Nope, not a fable.
Kick the can.
I was a fan.
Kicked it and ran.
Not a flash in the pan.
Monopoly tycoon.
Still a loon.
I did not cheat.
All just suffered defeat.
Lego by the bucket.
Coloring can suck it.
I want the blocks.
Hurts when tramped on in socks.
Pots and pans.
I got no fans.
Was told to pack it,
Didn't like my racket.
Nintendo on the scene.
Mario is so mean.
Picking on the monkey,
Boy, he looked funky.
Jenga is up.
Damn that pup.
Her friggin tail,
Makes it a fail.
Rocks on a lake.
Give them a shake.
Away they fly.
Skipping to the sky.
Stuffed animals at the foot of the stairs.
They gave me evil glares.
But I jumped from the top,
Landing in them wasn't a flop.
They just popped in when digging into the past toy bin. Hey, beats furry balls I guess. Pat could really make a mess. He did not even have to clean up the toy mass. He had the life of my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 9, 2013
Tomorrow Is Found At Your Ground?
You hear it every day as many people like to repeat it at their bay. Tomorrow is another day or some version of that is what they say. But that is a load of crap. I will show you why without rhyming lap.
Tomorrow it will come.
Unless you drink poison rum.
Tomorrow will be here.
Not if you die of fear.
Tomorrow I will cuss.
Not if you get hit by a bus.
Tomorrow will come around.
Not if you fall and whack your head on the ground.
Tomorrow I will clean my shack.
Not if you have a heart attack.
Tomorrow I will buy a car.
Not if hit by a drunk from a bar.
Tomorrow I'll learn to do this or that.
Not if a piano squashes you flat.
Tomorrow I'll do the work.
Wait! That one may be a perk.
Tomorrow my ship will come.
Not if you choke on a plum.
Tomorrow I will take a break.
Not if you drown in a lake.
Get the drift yet?
Aren't I a smart pet?
For there is no telling,
With your tomorrow yelling.
You can plan up the ying yang,
But tomorrow's bell may never clang.
A sudden turn and poof it's over.
Stands for human, cat or rover.
Chances are it will come,
For most not always drunk on rum.
But putting things off day after day,
Will get lost along the way.
Then that one tomorrow you decide to do it.
You get chopped up bit by bit.
All due to the path set out,
With which you did nothing about.
So why so much tomorrow,
When it clearly could bring sorrow?
Maybe it is just the life of a slacker.
Tomorrow I may give Polly a cracker.
Or the cat will just eat the bird today. See, so much better to do it here and now at your bay. Obviously you can't do everything in one day. There is just no way. But why let things sit? Are you a tomorrow person at your pit? But never fear for another rhyme is near. Being so far ahead one will come to pass, whether or not tomorrow is seen by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Tomorrow it will come.
Unless you drink poison rum.
Tomorrow will be here.
Not if you die of fear.
Tomorrow I will cuss.
Not if you get hit by a bus.
Tomorrow will come around.
Not if you fall and whack your head on the ground.
Tomorrow I will clean my shack.
Not if you have a heart attack.
Tomorrow I will buy a car.
Not if hit by a drunk from a bar.
Tomorrow I'll learn to do this or that.
Not if a piano squashes you flat.
Tomorrow I'll do the work.
Wait! That one may be a perk.
Tomorrow my ship will come.
Not if you choke on a plum.
Tomorrow I will take a break.
Not if you drown in a lake.
Get the drift yet?
Aren't I a smart pet?
For there is no telling,
With your tomorrow yelling.
You can plan up the ying yang,
But tomorrow's bell may never clang.
A sudden turn and poof it's over.
Stands for human, cat or rover.
Chances are it will come,
For most not always drunk on rum.
But putting things off day after day,
Will get lost along the way.
Then that one tomorrow you decide to do it.
You get chopped up bit by bit.
All due to the path set out,
With which you did nothing about.
So why so much tomorrow,
When it clearly could bring sorrow?
Maybe it is just the life of a slacker.
Tomorrow I may give Polly a cracker.
Or the cat will just eat the bird today. See, so much better to do it here and now at your bay. Obviously you can't do everything in one day. There is just no way. But why let things sit? Are you a tomorrow person at your pit? But never fear for another rhyme is near. Being so far ahead one will come to pass, whether or not tomorrow is seen by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 8, 2013
Don't Budge As You Go Before The Judge!
So we did the judge a while back. Now let's go on the plaintiff attack. They are some strange folks indeed. At least the ones all about the greed.
First we have the bubble popper.You better call a crime stopper.Pop my bubbles and I'll sue,Because you made me turn blue.
Then there is the screamer.They are more than a day dreamer.You made my ear drums blow.I want damages wrapped in a bow.
Of course there is the pooch.Who all say is as big as Hooch.He tore a hole in my pants.I need them fixed before they house ants.
Then there is the drunk.Who got into quite the funk.They can't remember what they did.But they still want to get their bid.
Here is a double feature,With this elusive creature.The streaker and the druggie.He ran off with your buggy.
Then oh no!He ran over your toe.Before crashing it into a lake.What? My story isn't fake.
You hurt my eyes.That was not wise.Your public display of affection,Caused me pain and suffering from your erection.
See it is right there.All you have to do is stare.Then you got physical with me.That did not cause me glee.
And you need to be sued.You ripped off the jolly fat dude.Ruining Christmas for kids everywhere.You forgot the beard and did not bring a spare.
Finally you have the dummy.Is that the guy from The Mummy?Nope, but which one is the dope?Neither of them have any hope.
There you go. In a weird way you got the plaintiffs that decide to show. Did you know they don't even lose anything on those shows? No matter if they killed their neighbors favorite crows. They each get $5000 bucks for being on there and whatever is granted to them for their legal affair, gets taken out of the others pay. So with $10,000 you could walk away. Want to make up a fake fight and get some dough? I'll come and step on your toe. Then we could get paid in mass. It sure works fine for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
First we have the bubble popper.You better call a crime stopper.Pop my bubbles and I'll sue,Because you made me turn blue.
Then there is the screamer.They are more than a day dreamer.You made my ear drums blow.I want damages wrapped in a bow.
Of course there is the pooch.Who all say is as big as Hooch.He tore a hole in my pants.I need them fixed before they house ants.
Then there is the drunk.Who got into quite the funk.They can't remember what they did.But they still want to get their bid.
Here is a double feature,With this elusive creature.The streaker and the druggie.He ran off with your buggy.
Then oh no!He ran over your toe.Before crashing it into a lake.What? My story isn't fake.
You hurt my eyes.That was not wise.Your public display of affection,Caused me pain and suffering from your erection.
See it is right there.All you have to do is stare.Then you got physical with me.That did not cause me glee.
And you need to be sued.You ripped off the jolly fat dude.Ruining Christmas for kids everywhere.You forgot the beard and did not bring a spare.
Finally you have the dummy.Is that the guy from The Mummy?Nope, but which one is the dope?Neither of them have any hope.
There you go. In a weird way you got the plaintiffs that decide to show. Did you know they don't even lose anything on those shows? No matter if they killed their neighbors favorite crows. They each get $5000 bucks for being on there and whatever is granted to them for their legal affair, gets taken out of the others pay. So with $10,000 you could walk away. Want to make up a fake fight and get some dough? I'll come and step on your toe. Then we could get paid in mass. It sure works fine for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
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